MB and ERG
You two guys are giving me a bad case of nostalgia.
When I started teaching (at age 19,....and for "cooley wages"), I was MG crazy. Bought one that quit running when anyone in the car sneezed. Battery quit but couldn't afford new one so would go out every cold winter morning (CANADIAN winter), place one end of my trusty hockey stick against clutch pedal, wedge other end against seat, then insert HAND CRANK through front bumper and crank like the dickens (no use turning over that sluggish transmission oil by hand). It would wheeze to life about the same time I fell to snowy road in my now-steaming (and only) suit. After a particularly trying bout of this cardio-vascular work-out, and in a particularly vile mood with respect to both British mechanical engineering and Canadian gullibility, I reached in to remove the hockey stick, but failed to ensure a firm grip on same. The hockey stick was immediately propelled through the back (brittle plastic) window, and into the solar plexus of a heretofore grinning neighbour. A bitter cold drive to work ensued.
Still, during the summer, it was a great magnet. (g)
Best, Earlie
PS. My eldest son also succumbed to the same disease.at about the same age Got re-aquainted with its idiosyncracies Spent many hours towing him home from all across the province. (g)
Best, Earlie |
